Beauty in the Breakdown
so this morning I woke up at 12 cuz felecia called me. she wanted to know if I wanted to go to Marinas so I got up and got dressed and waited for her to be done. so we met at marinas and I had a slice and she had her usual. then my mom calls and starts screaming at me to get home cuz I left one of the candles on in my room. unbelieveable, like I know I should have blown it out but c'mon, its in like this fuckin bullet proof glass jar. like gimmie a break, I'm not gonna burn the house down you fool. whatever. so then she starts yelling at me for the permanent marker that the dog got and chewed on her rug. making it sound like theres some huge ink stain, like it was an oil spill or something but its like 3 little dots. I love that it's my fault. Maybe she shouldn't let the dog in my room, or maybe, just maybe, she should make sure the dog doesnt have anything in her mouth that could possibly damage her precious rug. anyway, I don't care, I'll just stay out of her way for the rest of the day. I have homework to do anyway and then everyone's coming over later.